BANG!
With a dull thud, the upper body of the Winged Dogman slid slowly along the bloody gash, the cross-section of the wound as smooth as a mirror.
Just like with the Bloodscale Dogman before, the gushing blood transformed into a raging Flame mid-air before it could even hit the ground.
Tongues of fire curled inward, devouring the creature. In the blink of an eye, the ferocious Demon was reduced to a pile of ash.
The white object it had been clutching in its left claw fell, rolling to a stop at Roland's feet.
A small, bright red Crystal glinted faintly, half-hidden in the ashes.
But Roland had no time to examine them now.
Although he had practiced repeatedly at the manor and no longer collapsed from exhaustion after using Flowing Slash like the first time, a powerful wave of weakness still washed over him.
But as he watched the Executioner in the distance—the one who cut down human and Demon alike without distinction—Roland forced himself not to show any sign of fatigue.
